A spectacular day in Seattle. I got back from a Wellesley club event at the museum of glass in Tacoma, intent on taking a nap to celebrate the fantastic weather. Got sidetracked to Kubota Gardens, a neighborhood gem down the street from where I live. Since studying my grandparents' poetry has warmed up my creative juices, I whipped up this haiku about this moment. Just like my gonggong said he liked to capture a memory, a happening.
honey suckle sigh
sky blue cruel canopy
delights forlorn heart
We'll see if my granddaughter is impressed ninety years from now.
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